I recently posted this refresher on my other blog. For you who don't read it I post it here as well because I can't recommend it enough to you. It is soo soothing at a hot day.
A watermelon slushie. It's so easy and refreshing.
Cut watermelon in cubes, throw in a plastic bag and put it in the freezer. I buy whole melons and freeze the excess. If the cubes are deep frozen, let them soften for about half an hour. Put them in a blender and mix until you get a smooth slushie. If you like add water or soda.
Great idea!!! Thanks!
SvaraRaderaLet this be your catalyst:
SvaraRadera'The more you shall honor Me,
the more I shall bless you'
-the Infant Jesus of Prague
(<- Czech Republic, next to Russia)
Love him, leave him or feel indifferent...
you better listen to the Don:
if you deny o'er-the-Hillary's evil,
which most whorizontal demokrakkrs do,
you cannot deny Hellfire
which YOU send yourself to.
God bless you, earthling.
I'd love 4u2b Upstairs with us...
yet, only YOU can make that descision:
being a witch involves worshipping
the whorizontal and that's NOT ok with Jesus. Besides... 1-outta-1 perishes.
So if you wanna come to Seventh-Heaven with me, you better STOP your filthy occult which leads you DOWN, not Up.
Your choice, girl. Your demise.
Meet me Upstairs
for a Big-Ol beer...
and we'll tok bout celebrating our eternal resurrection.
Cya soon.
Let this be your catalyst:
SvaraRadera'The more you shall honor Me,
the more I shall bless you'
-the Infant Jesus of Prague
(<- Czech Republic, next to Russia)
Love him, leave him or feel indifferent...
you better listen to the Don:
if you deny o'er-the-Hillary's evil,
which most whorizontal demokrakkrs do,
you cannot deny Hellfire
which YOU send yourself to.
God bless you, earthling.
I'd love 4u2b Upstairs with us...
yet, only YOU can make that descision:
being a witch involves worshipping
the whorizontal and that's NOT ok with Jesus. Besides... 1-outta-1 perishes.
So if you wanna come to Seventh-Heaven with me, you better STOP your filthy occult which leads you DOWN, not Up.
Your choice, girl. Your demise.
Meet me Upstairs
for a Big-Ol beer...
and we'll tok bout celebrating our eternal resurrection.
Cya soon.